Re: Ruby and Clint
That scratch sent a pleasant shiver down Clint’s spine, and he huffed an amused sound. “I can take a little pain,” he murmured, something a little more wicked flashing in his eyes. He felt pretty damn good at the moment, floaty and stoked, because Ruby wanted to go out with him. She hadn’t dismissed him as an idiot jock or something ... or at least if she had, she was still willing to give him a chance to show her a good time. And damn did she look cute when she smiled at him like that. Clint moved in even closer, just an inch or so of space between them, and put his free hand low on the side of her waist. “And like, no expectations or pressure or anything,” he murmured, even as he slowly leaned his face in toward hers, a smile still playing with his lips. “Nothin’ you don’t wanna do.”
That flash of mischief in his eyes was absolutely delightful and Ruby's spare hand curled around the fabric of his shirt to drag him the rest of the way in, so she could feel him snug against her body. She appreciated the lack of pressure, would have been turned off had it been any different, but right now she wanted a reminder of how good last time had been. Her memories of the last party were a bit cloudy, she'd been so wasted, but she was certain she had enjoyed herself. This time her memories would be clear. "And if I want to?" she whispered, ghosting her lips across his in the lightest of kisses.
Clint’s lower stomach gave a happy jump-twist when Ruby pulled him in, and he felt a bit of blood rush into his cock already. It was sexy and promising, and he beamed for a second before their mouths brushed together. “Then you just say the word,” he murmured, both hands sliding up Ruby’s sides. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as he’d been the first time either, instead riding the kind of buzz where everything just felt good and easy. Like this. He’d wanted a date, asked for one, gotten it, and now they were probably going to fool around in Jules’s stepdad’s study or whatever this room was. Clint took hold of Ruby’s hips and pulled her in even tighter against him, so she could feel the effect she was having in his jeans.
This was why she’d come, on the chance that maybe, just maybe, Clint would be there and this was something worth exploring. It felt a little crazy, like she was starting something that was bound to come back around and bite her, but it had been so long since Ruby took a chance on someone that she wanted to give it a try. Because why the fuck not? The only other person she’d even remotely had feelings for was Jasper and that was nothing, nothing, certainly not the weirdness of that one awful day. But it had gotten her to thinking, why him? And she thought, maybe it’s because there was no one else in her life. If a bug bit her forcing her to confess her love to the guy she was closest to and that was Jasper, what did that really say about her love life? So it was time to take a chance on a guy that made her feel good. With Clint’s hands on her hips and his cock pressing between her legs, she had no doubts that she’d made the right decision. She hummed happily and deepened the kiss before hopping up on the arm of the sofa and wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him in against her.